This one definitely pushes "T" hard, at least to me it does. Let me know know what you think! United {At last}

"Look at this one, Merlin. I wonder what it does?" She paused to look harder at the spellbook. "Geæne mín tréowlufu."

"No, Morgana!" Merlin yelled in horror, but her eyes had already flashed. Great, the one time she gets the pronunciation right on the first try . . . was all he was able to think before he passed out

Merlin woke to a pounding head. He lifted a shaking hand to it to find longer hair, which was odd. Then he sat up slowly, fighting dizziness. He noticed another figure on the floor—Morgana? He decided standing might be asking for trouble, so he crawled toward her. Right away he noticed the extra weight on his chest and noticed his shirt seemed tighter. He paused to look down and nearly passed out again. What the hell?! This was definitely not possible.

Morgana chose that moment to groan, which made Merlin look up at her. Her head turned from side to side; she was obviously in the same kind of discomfort as he was. "Merlin?" she asked weakly. Her voice sounded deeper.

"I'm here," he said, but his voice sounded higher. He clapped a hand over it.

This time she sounded uncertain. "Merlin?" Her head turned in his direction. "What happened? I feel . . . different."

Now that he saw her face straight on, he could see she had changed too. She looked like herself, but her face was more angular, masculine. "Oh no," he said, and continued crawling toward her.

Morgana sat up too quickly and her head spun. "Whoa, what?" She looked closely at him. "Merlin, why is your voice different? And do you have long hair and . . . breasts?"

Merlin sat close to her. "Yes, unfortunately."

"Well, mine are gone. I wonder if I'm different . . . elsewhere. Should we, um, look?"

"Yes. But turn around!" They turned their backs to each other. Merlin peeked inside his trousers and found himself lacking. "Oh no."

Morgana lifted up her dress and found an extra appendage. "I take it that means you're a girl in every way."

"Yeah."

"Well, I have what you're missing. I've never seen one before; it's . . ."

"Please stop right there." Merlin cut her off. "I can guess what happened."

"Was it the spell?"

"I think so. But . . . this isn't what it said."

"Why, what did it say?"

"'Unite me with my true love.' But why did it do this? And why us?"

"Maybe you're my true love."

He looked at her, shocked. "Do you . . . love me?"

"Merlin, I've loved you since you saved my life and told me about your magic." She reached out and touched his rounder, more feminine face.

He looked down then back into her eyes. "I-I've had feelings for you ever since you walked into that hall wearing that red dress." He blushed prettily, which made something in Morgana's stomach flutter.

"Well, this is an odd interpretation of 'unite' isn't it? So how do we, um, get back to ourselves?"

Merlin's head had stopped pounding, so he decided to try standing. He wobbled a little, but that was mostly because he had to get used to his reapportioned weight and rounded pelvis. Being a girl is harder than it looks. He walked to the table to look at the book, and read aloud. "'Once the true love is found, the couple must . . .' Oh no." He paled.

"You've said that a lot. What is it?"

"We have to show we understand and appreciate the other; become "united" by, um, uniting."

"Are you saying we have to . . . and like this?" She gestured to her male body; interesting things were happening now that she was contemplating what he'd said.

"Unless you want to stay that way." He looked her up and down; as he did, he noticed how very handsome and strong she looked. His heart started beating faster, amongst other physiological reactions in his new body.

"But I've never . . . as a woman, let alone as a man. What . . . do I do?"

"Well I've no more experience than you, although Gaius has made me read books on anatomy . . ." he broke off when he saw the look on her face.

"Merlin," she said, laying a hand on his arm and stroking up to his shoulder. "You know enough." She pushed herself closer to him and put her other hand on his face. "Do you want to do this?"

"I never imagined . . . but yes, Morgana, yes . . ." Further words were smothered as she pressed her lips to his.

Merlin moaned and kissed back, teasing her bottom lip until she opened her mouth. He slid his tongue inside and tasted her sweetness—wine from earlier. Her other hand moved to his face too and pulled them closer. She groaned as their bodies pressed together tightly. Being aroused as a man was very different than being aroused as a woman. Merlin was thinking the same thing, and enjoying every second of it.

A flash of her eyes locked the door. A flash of his prevented sound from leaving the room. She broke away, took his hand, and led him to her bed. He gently told her the things she would experience, and she told him what he could expect. After that, they simply went with what felt right, eventually experiencing highs they never conceived of.

A few hours later, they woke. Both had returned to their proper genders, so they mutually decided to try the experience "properly" as well. Later, when they lay there sated, Merlin remembered to tell her one important thing before he fell asleep again. "Morgana?"

"Hmm?"

"Don't read anything in the spellbook aloud again, okay love?"

"Okay, love."

Thanks for reading! :)